Chapter 70 Grigory's Trouble

"Dear Volodya (Vladimir's pet name):

I was flattered to receive the engagement invitation from you and your fiancée Lyudmila, but unfortunately I was unable to attend due to official business. Today, I present a set of Uzbek special gold wine sets and a wool carpet to express my heart , I wish you an early marriage and a happy family. ??Bayi?Chinese?①

In addition, there is one more thing I would like to ask. My little brother Grigory seems to be in trouble. This guy refuses to tell me. I want you to go and see him for me. After all, I don't have any acquaintances in Leningrad. You have finally met, and you are finally able to talk to each other.

Sincerely, Sergey Seryozha on the evening of October 31, 1981 in Tashkent. "

When Vladimir received this personal letter from Sergey, he was taken aback by the gift from Sergey. A set of solid gold drinking utensils, this guy is really generous. Not long ago, Vladimir and his girlfriend Lyudmila held an engagement ceremony. Seeing that everyone came back from Afghanistan, Vladimir sent an invitation for his engagement banquet to Seryozha. Unfortunately, What happened was that Seryozha was sent to the Republic of Uzbekistan by his son-in-law Churbanov. Seryozha, who was unable to attend, personally called to apologize. Vladimir didn't care about it either.

It was almost time to get off work, and Vladimir, who hadn't gone to exercise for a long time, felt uncomfortable. Anyway, the judo hall and 239 Middle School were in the same direction, so he happened to stop by to see that little guy named Grigory. The last time I watched the game, Vladimir and Grigory met once. Everyone is a fan of the Zenit club. So even though it was the first time they met, they had a good impression of each other. Vladimir took his car keys and drove the car of his unit on the way to No. 239 Middle School.

When Vladimir arrived near the school, just in time for school to end, groups of students were leaving the school in groups of three and four. As the KGB, Vladimir spotted Grigory from the crowd at a glance. Although he had only met him once, Vladimir could remember Grigory's appearance. This is the minimum professionalism of the KGB .

Vladimir was about to say hello to Grigory when he suddenly saw a group of people surrounding Grigory. Vladimir couldn't help frowning, those guys didn't look like honest students. Vladimir quickly followed.

Those guys took Grigory into the back alley and looked like they were threatening Grigory. Vladimir was about to step forward, but found that it was Grigory who made the first move. Grigory punched the guy who had been yelling at him on the chin, and then rode on him fiercely, punching him viciously. Seeing this, the guy's accomplices started beating Grigory, and Vladimir rushed up.

Grigory frantically beat the guy who was pinned to the ground by him fiercely, regardless of how many punches he had received, and only grabbed one person and beat him hard. At this moment, Vladimir rushed up, kicked a guy with a leather shoe, and then pulled the other guy away, picked him up, and threw the guy to the ground with a back fall.

The people around were frightened by Vladimir's fierceness, and everyone turned around and ran away. Vladimir quickly pulled Grigory up, and said, "Enough Grigory, you're going to kill him!"

After finally pulling Grigory away, Vladimir picked up the guy on the ground again. He said viciously: "If you dare to trouble my friend again, I will drown you in the toilet, get out!"

When the guy heard this, he was scared to death. Among other things, this sentence is the mantra of those who came out of the gulag. This has a history. There are no toilets in many Gulag camps, and the prisoners dig a big hole in the hills for convenience. So this kind of place became a good place to kill people. People were thrown into it and drowned alive. "Drowning people in toilets" became a gulag slang.

"You shouldn't interfere, I will be looked down upon!" Grigory complained with some dissatisfaction, although his face was already covered with blood.

"Sorry! I thought you needed help!" Vladimir said with a smile.

"Forget it this time, don't do it again next time!" Grigory gasped.

This conversation reminded Vladimir of his childhood, when he lived in the large yard of his father's unit, and because of his young age, he was often bullied by older children. Once I couldn't bear it anymore, so I called my father who participated in World War II to help. The old man reprimanded those children reluctantly. On the way back, the old man grabbed his collar viciously and said, "Don't ask me for this kind of thing in the future, just settle it yourself!" Learning the way of sambo wrestling.

"I think you should learn self-defense, maybe it will work, at least you won't have to suffer so much when you encounter this kind of thing in the future!" Vladimir persuaded.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Grigory asked in a relaxed tone. After all, Vladimir came to help him.

"I learned sangbo wrestling from a coach since I was a child, and I'm going to go today. Are you interested in going with me?" Vladimir asked with a smile.

"Did you drive?" Grigory didn't answer directly, but just took his things and walked over.

Half an hour later, Vladimir took Grigory to the judo gym opened by his coach Usvyazov.

Grigory was taken aback when the gentle Vladimir introduced a guy covered in tattoos, a plain middle-aged man with a shirtless body covered in tattoos. tattooed. Because it is wearing shorts, even the tattoos on its legs are clearly visible.

Although Grigory had never been on the road, Seryozha had told him some tattoo rules. The coach named Usvyazov has dense tattoos on his fists, a statue of the Virgin Mary on his chest, a bloody dagger on his back, and star-shaped patterns on his knees. The translation means that I have a high seniority, the prison is my home, I don't mind staying in prison, I have killed people, and I will never surrender to the police. (To be continued.)